He's a first-rate critic, and he's a nice fellow with the other artists.

They laugh at his universality, but they all like him.

He's the best kind of a teacher when he condescends to it; and he's just the man to deal with our volunteer work.

Yes, sir, he's a prize.

Well, I must go now." Fulkerson went out of the street door, and then came quickly back.
"By-the-bye, March, I saw that old dynamiter of yours round at Beaton's room yesterday." "What old dynamiter of mine ?" "That old one-handed Dutchman--friend of your youth--the one we saw at Maroni's--" "Oh-Lindau!" said March, with a vague pang of self reproach for having thought of Lindau so little after the first flood of his tender feeling toward him was past.
"Yes, our versatile friend was modelling him as Judas Iscariot.